#BlogchatterA2Z: Unloving

now

this sunset doesn’t remind me of you anymore,

the clock’s ticking,

now doesn’t prick a needle in my chest,

reminding me of you,

now the calmness of the air doesn’t remind me of your safe arms,

this beautiful evening doesn’t make me go back to the evenings you made beautiful.

things haven’t been the same till now,

maybe better,

maybe worse,

it’s funny,

the art of unloving.

-A.